So what are you planning to do with the rest of your life?Develop a drinking problem. More Scotch, please.

He felt as though the bones of his ribcage were snapping beneath the weight of the stone that God had laid over his heart.

We all leave behind bits of loose thread. Old operations, old enemies. They pull at you, like memories of old lovers.

Jews don’t camp…The last time the Jews went camping, they spent forty years wandering in the desert.